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Got a driveaway car in Georgia, |
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And, baby boy, there's two lines in the road ... |
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One to leave you lonely and the other to leave me alone. |
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To get down to the easy flow, |
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You gotta cut through the thick brew. |
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And honey, I've shamed your angel name, |
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This drunkest and deepest cut I've made. |
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My pedal in the puddle, |
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I'm talkin about the time I've been long gone ... |
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I've shot my insides out with grief and Mr. Kessler, |
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All holed up in my room. |
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All tanked up, and dressed down in desire ... |
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And I hope you understand, |
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I'm not your man anymore. |
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Well, my dear, I miss you dearly. |
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Once, I thought this breeze would blow the orchard down. |
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I guess the fire never withered in me. |
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Until I die all I've ever leave is ash and tears that once was you and me. |
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All tanked up, and dressed down in desire ... |
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And I hope you understand, |
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I'm not your man anymore. |
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All tanked up, and dressed down in desire ... |
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And I hope you understand, |
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I'm not your man, |
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No, I'm nobody's man anymore ... |
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Well, I got a driveaway car in Georgia, |
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And, baby boy, there's two lines in the road ... |
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One to leave you lonely and the other to leave me alone. |
